She'd been married then, but her husband was not interested in her and they'd lived in separate rooms in the same house. She was unhappy, I was unhapp... and we'd made each other feel better. If there's harm in that then I'll move because I'm living in the wrong world.About a year after we'd started talking, she kicked her husband's ass out, it was her house. It doesn't matter what causes it, divorce is traumatic. She felt like she was a failure and I'd had to convince her that she wasn't.I spent. His head bobbed about twenty feet out and he shot me a grin of satisfaction. “How’s the water?” I said. “Cold,” Max replied, “but it feels great! You can’t come in, though.”“Why not,” I said, somewhat confused.“You’re over-dressed.”“What?” I said, looking down at my swim suit which I thought was maybe even a little too revealing.“This is a nudist club,” Max explained, beaming. “Club rules: nobody swims with clothes on. You have to be naked to be in the water.”A NUDIST club! Holy shit. I was. “WHAT THE F—“ you start, when he pulls off the blindfold. Your eyes are blinded by the sudden light. As they adjust, you look down at your feet and it takes you a moment to process what you’re seeing. It’s your online lover Stu, beaming down at you, looking happy, if a little sweaty. You’ve seen his face so many times, but never in the flesh and you finally understand that he’s really here and that it was he who just fucked you so well. Just as you understand that Stu is your real present and. I knew that he was interested in me but I also knew there was a risk of bigger and better suddenly appearing and taking my fox away from me. I knew I had to make the move fast, like the Hound jumping on its Fox – he was simply prey and I wanted him and wanted him badly. He was tanned and wore dark thick rimmed glasses – they weren’t in vogue at all, they were the old NHS style of glasses that everyone tried to avoid. His hair was unkempt and ruffled and he was a little pigeon chested but.